Clay's eyes remained open for a moment longer as the wind brushed against his face.
Then he clicked his tongue lightly.
"This again."
Without warning, he raised his hand and slapped his own cheek.
The sound was sharp enough to startle even the gryphon beneath him.
He exhaled slowly afterward.
I'm thinking too much again.
His gaze softened as he leaned back once more.
This is always the problem.
He closed his eyes briefly, then opened them again, calmer this time.
There is no problem.
He repeated it inside his mind.
There is no problem.
The system was silent. The battlefield was behind him. The Warchiefs had already accepted his words. The maid followed him without hesitation. Everything was under control.
As long as I believe that…
His body relaxed.
Then I can rest.
That simple conclusion was enough for him.
He stretched slightly and let the gryphon carry him forward without interruption.
The path ahead gradually changed.
